Sonnet 3 - Yet is there hope

Yet is there hope. Then love but play thy part;

Remember well thyself and think on me,

Shine in those eyes which conquered have my heart,

And see if mine be slack to answer thee.

Lodge in that breast and, pity move to be

For flames which in mine burn in truest smart,

Exiling thoughts that touch inconstancy,

Or those which waste not in the constant art.

Watch but my sleep, if I take any rest

For thought of you, my spirit so distressed

As, pale and famished, I for mercy cry.

Will not your servant leave? Think but on this:

Who wears love's crown must not do so amiss,

But seek their god who on thy force rely.